I wrote this a while back the time I was coming back from Ambala to Chandigarh (back home). The time, I was feeling good about myself , I was on my way to catch a Bus. Walking faster and faster I had to slow down occasionally. A lot of scenes emerged in front of my eyes ,There were people having no place to live in , chaos and buses , dashes , beats , mucks and what not.With a random look here and there , I preferred to move ahead but not to my liking. The phase was very difficult.
In charge of , In command of
Movements brisk as ever
Walking to run , As i run to feel.
Those strains and animations ,
Making me stroll and stop again
As I look straight
Refusing to offer a hand,
Here goes my eyes split
To melt the sand in my shoes.
I struggle with resistance,
To fall eventually
But..
The fire never leaves me
As I inspire myself..
I try to catch a wink,
They still ask for a hand??
In charge of , In command of
Movements brisk as ever
Walking to run , As i run to feel.
Those strains and animations ,
Making me stroll and stop again
As I look straight
Refusing to offer a hand,
Here goes my eyes split
To melt the sand in my shoes.
I struggle with resistance,
To fall eventually
But..
The fire never leaves me
As I inspire myself..
I try to catch a wink,
They still ask for a hand??
A friend once said,"change what you can,accept what you can not" thwre will be a day when you would help someone...and when you feel *yes,now i can*
ReplyDeleteYou know as they say...its their karma. You do yours.That is why you are here.
A lovely post... liked it . Agree with Chintan
ReplyDeleteur posts hav deep meaning to convey.. really liked it!!
ReplyDeleteIts a nice read.. :)
ReplyDeleteEyes get wide open when they see familiar names..Ambala :D
ReplyDeleteAbout poem in the post-Liked the way you put emotions in those words ...